𝐀 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤

𝐀nd in the darkness of the night

and in the light of the sun

we grow, we blossom, we love

we love, we shrivel, we burn.

we grow but we do not learn

the dance of the world on the edge

we blossom but we do not know

how the world feeds us revenge.

this may be the ballad

of how the night itself

fell unto his knees in front of the spring

but their story was not one without a farewell.

so sing the song of Hades and Persephone

their love, a symphony sung around the lands,

yes, they were gods in love,

but their Fate was out of their hands.